Chapter 36 "PLAYING NICE" ISN’T IN MY DICTIONARY

ISABELLA

The broad back of a tall man, his blond hair grazing his shoulders, was turned toward us.

I was stunned to see him appear out of nowhere, and the cloak he wore looked like it was made from the same dark feathers as those birds that had vanished into the black mist.

"Venecia, stop playing...

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